By me! Colored version coming soon!
This isn't a picture, but it paints a scene and I'm proud of it, so here:
Rachii layed on his back in the middle of the road, as Mojo the ferret had somehow worked his way onto Rachii's chest and Rachii didn't want him to fall. He played with Mojo, rubbing his back with one of his clawed hands and quickly removing it when Mojo turned and tried to jump on it. Rachii picked up Mojo and gently placed him in the road, then turned over himself and resumed playing his little game of tag. This time, he'd tap Mojo, then abruptly roll out of the way as Mojo turned around. Mojo would chase after him sometimes, scurrying about on his tiny paws. Rachii, however, covered 4 or 5 feet worth of space with every step, and sprawled out on all fours, he would promptly jump and land on the other side of Mojo every time it seemed Mojo would actually get him. Rachi laughed at himself, trying to imagine what it would look like if someone were watching him: An easily 700 lb 10' 7" werewolf jumping around a tiny little ferret. "Must look weird." Rachii thought to himself, playing with Mojo a little more anyway. Rachii snapped out of his playfulness when the headlights met his eyes and the sound of screaming and screeching met his ears. He quickly scooped up Mojo and faced the oncoming truck. The vehicle didn't seem to try to avoid the crash any other way but slamming on the brakes, and Rachii's world slowed down. In the length of his quicked heartbeat, he was one arm on his chest with Mojo, and the other sculpted perfectly in front of him in a shining example of the Fumv Chnidech prepared palm strike. He hit the front end of the car down into the concrete, lifting the truck to a position where only the hood made contact with the ground, then lifted the same arm up into the hood and lifted. The truck flew high into the air, arcing over Rachii and Mojo, then landed with a loud crash a good 50 or 60 feet away. Through the new scents of smoke and fire, Rachii could make out the distinct smell of alcohol. He grunted angrily as he walked steadily over to the totaled vehicle, finding the drunken driver staring at him, trying to free himself while screaming as loud as he could. Rachii held Mojo carefully behind him in one hand as the man pulled out a handgun from the remains of his vehicle and aimed it shakily at Rachii. "Ge...Get away from me, you monster!" the man yelled in fear as two shots rang out into the near silent night. The man stared in horror as both rounds compressed on Rachii's chest and fell harmlessly onto the ground. Rachii rolled his eyes and took the gun from the startled man's hand. He looked at the chrome colt .45 magnum and then back at the man. He closed his huge fist and tightened, revealing an unrecognizable mount of scrap metal when he opened his hand. He effortlessly lifted the wreck holding the man in place and calmly said, "You really should be more careful, you could have hurt this ferret." With that, Rachii brought Mojo around from behind his back and put him up to the man. Mojo went up to the edge of Rachii's fingers and bit the man on the tip of his nose. Rachii laughed loudly as the man took of running, screaming in terror. He brought Mojo back to the middle of the street and resumed playing with him, careful to not let Mojo near the countless bit's of glass and debris that now covered the road, acting as if nothing had happened.
That's right, I actually sat in one spot and wrote all that for a thread. Sucks to be eveyond else in that thread.
